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 Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 11:25 pm
ArynChris Spritekin ((Yes Welcome DayPaw...A.C could you kinda shorten the Leet Speak up abit....Im having some trouble reading it.))
She spotted Drake. "Ooo!" Core squealed. "Come, Celledor! Away to view an artistry!" And she sprinted the short ways down to the dragonman. "Such well-painted! Or is it well-needled?" she asked him.(( +|-|a|||< _|00 /E.-`/ |/||_|(|-| A.( |>|-|0.- +|-|@. 1 |/A2 |-|a/1||' +.-0|_|8|_e |_||||)E.-$+A|||)1||' |_Ee+ $|>Ee|<. ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 11:27 pm
He trailed behind a more leisurely pace, not because he was lazy or tired so much as wary of a stranger who appeared to be half lizard.
He stood behind Corellia, trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible- not a particularly easy task with a bird of prey on ones shoulder.
He did, however, note the intricacy of said 'art' and was thoroughly impressed by it- a sentiment not well hidden by his face.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 11:29 pm
Drake glances to the fellow behind Corellia and smiles to him. "Do you like my soul art as well?" he asks curiously, to him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 11:31 pm
Without really thinking, he shrank back behind Corellia to remove himself from view after being directly addressed.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 11:36 pm
The dragonic Human looks a bit concerned and turns his attention to Corellia. "....Im sorry, I didnt mean to spook him or anything." he says putting his hands back into his pockets. ".....So what was with all the flashy stuff?" he asks referring to a little bit ago.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 11:38 pm
Core took this with a quiet seriousness, suddenly realizing the depths of Celledor's antisocialism.
She kept her eyes on Drake's face, not moving. "Methinks thy soul be... of'n an inter'esting sort. Surely, the inker did battle proud with it, to mark so clear like'n unto wyrm hide. Time, also, in the make, yes?
"My companion spake so under word as well," she added, lying.
((l33t on Gaia would be a heck of a lot easier to read if half the important symbols didn't cut out in posting them. stressed ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 11:44 pm
He waited behind, listening quietly. He was partially distracted by Mari moving about near his neck, but it was second nature now to ignore the little claws on his spine. The talons that kept threatening to pierce the skin of his shoulder, however, could not be ignored.
With a silent gesture, he sent the hawk on its way- it would return within a few hours, hopefully with some sort of information regarding the layout of this place.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 11:45 pm
ArynChris Core took this with a quiet seriousness, suddenly realizing the depths of Celledor's antisocialism.
She kept her eyes on Drake's face, not moving. "Methinks thy soul be... of'n an inter'esting sort. Surely, the inker did battle proud with it, to mark so clear like'n unto wyrm hide. Time, also, in the make, yes?
"My companion spake so under word as well," she added, lying.((l33t on Gaia would be a heck of a lot easier to read if half the important symbols didn't cut out in posting them. stressed ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 11:53 pm
Spritekin Drake tilts his head curiously. "And Methinks ye speak as if ye were in Merry Olden Times.....I can assure you that you arent." He says nodding and then shakes his head to her question. "....I actually....sorta did this art myself you could say, but yeah I guess it did take some time to hatch out of a boring shell of a life and into my new hide so to speak." he says, enjoying playing on words and laughing inside of his head as if it were a little inside joke which it was.
Corellia gets more archaic with anger and attempts to be polite.
Distantly she noted the hawk leave, although she didn't really grasp the significance; the only people she knew of who partnered with hawks were accomplished falconers. Naturally, she knew these people a long time ago...
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 12:00 am
ArynChris Spritekin Drake tilts his head curiously. "And Methinks ye speak as if ye were in Merry Olden Times.....I can assure you that you arent." He says nodding and then shakes his head to her question. "....I actually....sorta did this art myself you could say, but yeah I guess it did take some time to hatch out of a boring shell of a life and into my new hide so to speak." he says, enjoying playing on words and laughing inside of his head as if it were a little inside joke which it was.
Corellia gets more archaic with anger and attempts to be polite.
Distantly she noted the hawk leave, although she didn't really grasp the significance; the only people she knew of who partnered with hawks were accomplished falconers. Naturally, she knew these people a long time ago...
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 12:08 am
She crossed her arms and eyed him warily, a silent warning not to insult her again. "For certain. Spill the beer."
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 12:12 am
Spill the whatnow?
That particular statement seemed odd to him, but having just seen her reaction when her speech was questioned, he opted not to say anything about it.
The implied meaning was clear enough, but-
Wouldn't it just be easier to say yes?
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 12:16 am
Drake was smiling still, having no intention of being insulting. "These tattoos are fakes.....they arent real. I mean I did them myself but they arent needled.....Sorry ^^:" he says to her, curious of what her responce would be. Maybe depending on the questions, union City would see a Dragon that night.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 12:23 am
((If you count the AoS base as Union, I believe it did already.))
The writer is lazy and choses not to describe a facial expression best demonstrated by the emote "0.o!?!?".
In regards to Celledor's fearful confusion, the writer also wishes to note that Corellia is tempermental about being openly mocked, but will cheerfully explain anything she has to say to anyone who doesn't understand. As best she can, that is, given that she would be explaining it in the same manner it was delivered.
Corellia's words to Drake, at this moment, are, "...Pardon me? Your words length beyond my ken, mayhaps."
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